i have always
been naturally warm
and i used to
think it's something strange,
unnatural or weird,
just another way
i was different
from everyone else
an outcast

then i met her
and she happened
to be strangely cold
and she seemed to
need something warm
and i discovered
that our souls
were just two halves
of one whole

my warmth   easing her cold
her kindness easing my thoughts
my words widening her smile
her mind awakening my heart
my arms holding her close
her heart giving me love
for the first time
in 17 years
.

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again